Coming to me, and then going back,
As I ponder over a photograph,
There is a line of solitude I find at times,
And it disperses into thoughts of what is yours, and what is mine.
It greys and decays, and dulls into illusion,
Creating a universe for all the things in delusion,
And for once, my mind is set and about to give in,
For I have things to do, and I want myself to win.
As I ponder over a photograph,
There is a line of solitude I find at times,
And it disperses into thoughts of what is yours, and what is mine.
It greys and decays, and dulls into illusion,
Creating a universe for all the things in delusion,
And for once, my mind is set and about to give in,
For I have things to do, and I want myself to win.
